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A tisket. A tasket.

It's been an interesting week and a half for me. I feel like I've really been exploring the opportunities out there for writers. I haven't put all of my eggs in one basket yet, but I have found a couple of places I'm definitely wanting to pursue (a couple of boiling eggs, if you will forgive me my corny comparison)...and one golden egg that REALLY struck my fancy. First impressions are big. And this place really left me with a good one.

Yogi teabag quote of the day: "Whatever you are doing is the most beautiful thing."

Isn't that the truth? Despite the fact that I'm currently lacking employment stability...I'm loving every minute of my days. I'm making the most of the situation and hopefully making a few good contacts along the way. This has been a huge reminder period for me. With change comes opportunity. It just take the right attitude to be open to it.

Cheers to life and to living it fully.


Nick James said…
You know me, I appreciate a good cheesy comparison. I'm glad you are doing so well, I really was worried. I am more glad to see that you blogged! Stay busy and take care sister.
Queen Mama Mia said…
Great Neice, we missed you at Girls Nite Out! Happy to hear you actually some "eggs in your basket" just in time for Lent. A time for new beginnings.

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